Oops, I missed my Monday intro, sorry.

I know some of you are thinking 'Will Bianca ever catch a break' but I promise it will worth it in the end.

SPOILERS – this week – David tries to get to the bottom Bianca's unexpected illness, Ben has a run in with Mr Campbell and it's Erica's hen night!

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David arrived at the Montgomery/Tasker house early the next morning. Bianca was still not well and Marissa wanted her checked out.

David examined her briefly.

"Have you been sick?" he asked as he took Bianca's temperature.

"A little." she admitted.

"Is it food poisoning?" Marissa asked.

"I don't think so." said David. "It could be the stomach flu that's going around right now. Or it could be a reaction to your change in medication. I'll have to do a blood test to be sure."

Bianca pulled an unhappy face.

"It's for your own good." said Marissa giving her girlfriend a prod. "You want to be right for mom's party don't you?"

Bianca gave her a look that seemed to say that actually she'd rather be ill.

"If it's the stomach flu you should be alright in three days or so. If it's a reaction to your medication you'll have to go back on you old pills until we root out the cause."

"Great." sighed Bianca. "I thought I was getting better."

"You are definitely getting better." said David putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You can trust me on that. This is just a temporary glitch."

Bianca finally found him a smile.

Just then the door to the bedroom pushed open,

"Alright, let's get up and at 'em!"

They turned to see 'Martin Rigby', Bianca's physiotherapist, standing in the doorway. He noticed the needle in David's hands and Bianca's pale features.

"Oh god… " He exclaimed. "Is something wrong?"

Marissa met him and led him out of the door.

"I'm sorry." she said. "I meant to call you and cancel the next few sessions. Bianca's not well at the moment. You understand."

'Martin' looked a little shocked.

"But she's alright."

"She will be." said Marissa. She was heading to the front door. "I'll call you when she's back on her feet."

"Of course." said 'Martin', still looking at little flustered. "I'll wait for your call."

Marissa finally noticed that the guy was sweating.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah… yeah…" he said, finally finding his focus. "Call me when she's well enough to start again."

"Sure." said Marissa.

She watched Martin's car as he drove away. She was a bit bewildered by his reaction to seeing David there.

Maybe he had a phobia of needles? She remembered her dad always used to break out in a sweat whenever anyone even mentioned injections.

That must be it!

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